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Arrivals
by Megan GuimbellotI hope you are sleeping sound
700 miles away and counting//waiting to take off is like waiting forever to breathe
just
once
more
(This landing is all I've ever asked for))
And the arrivals gate at Orlando International,
with it's scuffed-up floors and fingerprinted windows, its dusty fake plants and death-slow escalators,
is suddenly more beautiful than ocean or altitude...
02/18/2008 Author's Note: hmm not quite finished but I think Im on to something....
I love you, what don't you get?
Posted on 02/19/2008
Copyright © 2024 Megan Guimbellot
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Anya Kaats on 02/19/08 at 05:28 AM wow, i really like this. i think its great how it is. simple and so, so real. |
| Posted by Steven Kenworthy on 02/23/08 at 10:56 PM very well written miss megan. i like this a lot. to orlando to see a boy? how intriguing...how romance. |
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